Quick author's note before I start the story.

I thought the ending for BOO was crap. I didn't like it, and I thought it was bloody horrible. It was so unsatisfying. I love the book in general, but that ending was just... not my type. Feel free to love it, but it was a completely anticlimactic and rushed ending to an amazing series, in my opinion.

So, I decided to make my own ending. Everyone still has the ending that Rick said they would, but it's five years later, so you can see what they're like after so long- or, at least, how I think they should be after so long. Spoilers, too, as if you didn't already know.

One more thing is that this is a couples fanfiction. It's not a lemon, but it's a bunch of sweet, ship-y stuff, so if you want an action-packed epilogue, this isn't it. Hope you like it, nonetheless.

Percy had been through a lot. He's seen friends die, he's seen the world almost end multiple times, and been through Tartarus and back. He's even literally carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But through all of that, he's never been broken. He's certainly come close to it, but Percy Jackson had never given up and cried.

It was strange that the first thing to break him was the face of his newborn daughter, staring up at him with sparkling, innocent eyes.

She looked a lot like Annabeth, more than Percy himself. The two looked so alike that he volunteered calling her Annabeth Junior, but of course, his wife had objected. Both of them had wavy, blond hair and piercing grey eyes, and a face that seemed as if it could catch him doing anything.

He laughed at nothing in particular and sniffed, rubbing the sleeve of his shirt across his nose. "She's so beautiful." He wove his fingers into Annabeth's, and smiled at her proudly. She was sitting up in her hospital bed, and even though she looked absolutely exhausted, she was the happiest he'd ever seen her look.

He couldn't believe they'd come so far. From taking lives to saving lives, they'd finally made a life, and he was overjoyed. The two of them had been through so much together over the years , and had been facing death for the longest time. But now they had the happily ever after he'd always dreamed of. The baby grabbed his thumb, her small fingers barely wrapping around them, and cooed.

Annabeth gently bumped his side with her foot, still under the sheets. "Hey, give me my baby, Seaweed Brain." Once safely nestled into her mother's arms, she fell asleep quickly. Weird. He'd expected her to start crying and barfing all over him, but the baby was surprisingly quiet and mellow.

"It's been a while since you called me that," Percy said quietly, afraid to wake the child. "How about we call her that, Seaweed Brain?"

Annabeth glanced at him and snorted. "Yeah, right. That's another reason why I always used to call you that." She said it seriously, but her eyes were sparkling. "What should we call her, really?"

He cleared his throat, becoming serious. He'd thought about the issue of baby names for a while, pondered over it in the 45 minutes that Annabeth had been in labor. He even borrowed a phone to look up baby named, hoping that monsters wouldn't disturb them, but none of the regular names seemed to suit her. Percy had only just thought of a name a few minutes before she gave birth, and he loved it. "Emma."

Annabeth seemed to think about the name. "Emma. Emma Jackson." She smiled. "I like it. It sounds... graceful."

He laughed. "Unlike me, right?"

His wife shushed him, but she chuckled, too. "Yeah, unlike you." She looked down at her again, sleeping so peacefully.

The quiet was new for Percy. He wasn't used to it in the slightest way, but he was adjusting. And he prayed that his baby could grow up in peace as well, but it was her life, and her adventure. "Welcome to the world, Emma Jackson."

First epilogue is for Percabeth, of course. Sorry if this chapter was a little boring, I wrote it earlier and I was a little bit rusty. The next chapters will be better, but anyways, I hope you liked it.